It's 4pm and we're arriving at some place we can't locate in the map. It's been 1 and a half hour since we left Oakville - 4 kids on kids chairs and 5 grownups in a 8 people brown big van - a little bit squeezed but we could all fit in there. The ride… Continue reading Becoming Canadians
I don't know if it's every girls dream as the little asian lady in white said but the fresh and humid air you get when step in these places consists in an undeniable pleasuring sensation - especially in this Thursday early morning. Your eyes are the first ones to get the refreshing feeling as you… Continue reading Bay St.
Changing country, city, home. I've a new country and a new city but I don't have a new home. When we were forced to decide if we were coming or staying I must confess that in the beginning came this frightening feeling of fear of facing decision with a bit of excitement in disguise. The… Continue reading Nomad
In this house we talk to each other very slow and we smile a lot. That's because English isn't the native language for none of us in here - neither the sisters or the volunteers helping in the house. It makes communication more difficult and most of the times we repeat two or three times… Continue reading Sisters
High paced is how we live. It seems like we're trapped in some rushy environment we can't get out of. And we feel we aren't getting the most of it. And the truth is that we're not. Slowing down we can enjoy this ten times more. So here we are trying to slow down and… Continue reading High pace